Third Person's POVThe sharp click of the door echoed through the quiet of the Frost manor, startling Celeste.Her heart jumped into her throat. Instinct took over, and she reached for the pair of scissors she always kept at her bedside-a pathetic substitute for claws, but one she trusted nonetheless.When the door creaked open and Serena Frost stood framed in the moonlight, Celeste's grip tightened before she slowly lowered the blade. Her expression, however, remained sharp with distrust."What are you doing here?" Her tone was flat, cold, every syllable brimming with warning.Serena's eyes lingered on the scissors, her curiosity flickering like the glint of a predator's fang. To see her sister, once sheltered and naïve, react like a hunted wolf-it unsettled her. But she masked her intrigue with a practiced sweetness."The door wasn't locked. I only came to speak with you, sister," she said gently, tilting her head with false innocence
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